Quotes About Awe

All true worship is anchored in a reverence for His presence

A man was standing at the end of the hallway, just outside an open door, from where a great light shone, illuminating him almost as a god.

The Unknown, happily, will be always with us, for there are infinite secrets in a blade of grass, and an eddy of wind, and a grain of dust , and human knowledge will never attain that finality when the sense of wonder shall cease.

When Charles first saw our child Mary, he said all the proper things for a new father. He looked upon the poor little red thing and blurted, "She's more beautiful than the Brooklyn Bridge."

Death is an absolute marvel.

The sense of alienation that inspires wonder, awe and fear in us is enough of a proof that life does not belong to the planet Earth.

I found Bill in the sky. In the stars. Like on your ceiling.

For those of us (those that have the desire to explore the world unknown) that grew up going out into the wilds of the world...we got into our souls a sense of beauty.

I knew my destiny when I first experienced Yosemite.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.

Yorke's lyrics make me want to give up. I could never in my wildest dreams find something as beautiful as they find for a single song - let alone album after album.

We can look out on an alien landscape that no one has seen before and find it beautiful.

It's important to me to create the largest wonder.

The world is its own magic.

There are also natural wonders, sacred because they magnetize people, wrench from them profound feelings of awe and fright. What is sacred goes far beyond the religious.

It was sublime—and the sublime is not to be trusted.

Anyone would think you'd seen a ghost!

Her eyes had to adjust to the night sky. She walked away from the house, out of the spill of electric light, and the sky grew deeper. She watched for a long time and it began to spread and melt and go deeper still, developing strata and magnitudes and light-years in numbers so unapproachable that someone had to invent idiot names to represent the arrays of ones and zeros and powers and dominations because only the bedtime language of childhood can save us from awe and shame.

Baseball's oh so simple. You tag a man, he's out. How different from being it. What spectral genius in the term, that curious part of childhood that sees through the rhymes and nonsense words, past the hidings and seekings and pretendings to something old and dank, some medieval awe, he thought, or earlier, even, that crawls beneath the midnight skin.

I think of kids. It makes me feel selfish, to be so wary of having a family. Never mind do I have a job or not. I'll have a job soon, a good one. That's not it. I'm in awe of raising, basically, someone so tiny and soft.

What ambiguity there is in exalted things. We despise them a little.

Fuck you. Show some amazement.

All the amazement that's left in the world is microscopic.